Chasing a Rogue by Victoria Malvey
More silliness… too much, actually, for the good of the story.
More silliness… too much, actually, for the good of the story.
Read a book by an author who can write better.
Does the title refer to the heroine or the author? Both are right, actually.
Take away the scat jokes, and there is an unexpected tale with heart here.
Why is this marketed as a romance and not a, say, mystery?
There is a good story in here, sandwiched between distracting external conflicts and a dumb premise.
The piano slurring banshee is back… and I think I’m outgrowing her.
My brain breaks for these bad duds.
When, exactly, will it be the perfect again?
Ah, the joys of marrying a submissive brown cow…